Wilson
Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone - Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone - Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you - Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you - Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book - Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook - Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you - Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you - I talked to my son Roger, Rutherford the same - [or "I talked to Mike Christian, Rog and Pete the same"] - When we had that meeting, over down near Game(henge) - Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you - Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you - You got me back thinkin' that you're the worst one - I must inquire, Wilson, can you still have fun? - Wilson, can you still have fun? - Wilson, can you still have fun? - Wilson Meanwhile, in the main square in Prussia, the state of the revolution was taking another turn for the worst. A crowd of townspeople had gathered to witness the hanging of Wilson's accountant, Mr. Palmer. It seemed that Palmer had been a revolutionary himself and had been extorting Wilson's money to fund the revolution. Palmer stood on the scaffold with Wilson and the AC/DC Bag, an electrified robot-hangman with a black bag over his head. Wilson seemed pleased as he began to speak.